"You can try," comes the not-at-all comforting reply. He keeps hold of Avery's wrist as they enter the foyer - comfortingly still and dark and devoid of reflections.
The handle clicks as Ekkehardt tries the door, and then he simply kicks it open and almost stumbles out into fresh night air, pulling Avery along with him. Light and the sound of strange voices follow them out, briefly, before the door slams shut and leaves them both in silence.
(The house's empty windows are shining bright.)
Ekkehardt finally lets go of Avery's wrist, just to sink to the pavement and take a moment to recollect himself, breathing hard. Even in the scant light provided by a half-full moon, it's clear that he's ashen.
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The handle clicks as Ekkehardt tries the door, and then he simply kicks it open and almost stumbles out into fresh night air, pulling Avery along with him. Light and the sound of strange voices follow them out, briefly, before the door slams shut and leaves them both in silence.
(The house's empty windows are shining bright.)
Ekkehardt finally lets go of Avery's wrist, just to sink to the pavement and take a moment to recollect himself, breathing hard. Even in the scant light provided by a half-full moon, it's clear that he's ashen.